Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2005 11:24:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Docking with Bill, Adult Friends, 1/1
Docking with Bill
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By Jack Santoro
After my first experience with Bill, I saw him again a
few times. Whenever he came to town he stayed with me.
One Saturday he arrived and we got undressed
immediately, as we both looked forward to sharing
orgasms.
Bill's circumcised six-incher had a small red head,
and this time after we'd worked ourselves up to fully
hard, I saw him eyeing my prick intently.
"Looks like you're measuring it with your eyes," I
said. "You already know it's about six, like yours."
"I'm measuring your foreskin. You've got a longer one
than most guys I've seen."
"Yeah, it's pretty long," I said. "Even hard, it
covers the head completely. You've already seen how it
forms a nipple when it's soft."
"I'm just wondering if the head of my dick would fit
inside that long skin. You ever dock?"
"No, never did. You mean putting your head inside my
hood?"
"Exactly. I'd love to feel that warm skin around my
head. Never knew what it's like to have skin, since
mine was cut when I was a baby."
"Let's try it," I said. We eased around on the bed to
face each other, and put our pricks tip to tip. Bill's
hardness pressed against mine, and I felt his pulse
through our cocks.
"Now see if you can stretch your skin out a bit," he
suggested. I grasped the edges of my foreskin between
two fingertips and eased it forward. I stretched it
beyond the end of my hard purple head and covered his
glans with it, holding it in place behind his rim.
"Wow, that feels good," he said. Bill thrust his hips
forward slight and I felt his small tip slide over the
top of mine, stretching my foreskin out.
"It's really nice to feel your tip against mine,
inside my skin." I massaged his rim with my thumb
through the thick skin, drawing a deep sigh of
pleasure from him as his body quivered.
"Man, that's really reaching me," he said. "The way
you slide your skin over my rim really turns me on." I
was flicking my thumb rapidly over my foreskin, on his
rim, caressing his nerve endings. His hard tip made a
distinct bulge in my foreskin along the top as he
thrust it deeper into my hood. I felt the underside
bulge of his glans against my sensitive nerve endings.
"Hell, I can feel the lube traveling up my tube. I'm
just leaking like a sieve," he continued. I felt the
wetness seeping from his tip, lubricating the two
heads and the enveloping foreskin.
"Glad this is turning you on," I said. "Feeling your
tip sliding over mine is making me very hot."
"You're probably going to shoot before me," he said.
"Uncut guys are more sensitive." Now his prick was
thrusting deeply into the fleshy envelope as he bucked
his hips. I saw that his low-hangers had drawn tightly
against his body. My fingers cupped his balls,
fingertips pressing into the tender flesh behind them.
"OOOHHH, that feels good," he said as my fingertips
dug into the urethra behind his balls. I felt his hard
tip throb against mine.
"You're really worked up. So am I." I saw the outline
of his tip distending my foreskin, moving back and
forth inside it.
"Here it comes^" he muttered as his eyes closed. I'd
been trying to relax, not to bring my orgasm on before
he climaxed, and I knew I'd succeeded. His tip
throbbed hard against mine, and he yelled in joy as
the full fury of his orgasm swept over him. A gush of
hot sperm splashed against my ridge, washing over it,
running into the groove behind it, as he tumbled into
the free-fall of orgasm. My cock-root throbbed, and I
knew I was on the brink myself.
"Me too," I cried out as a heavy contraction gripped
my cock-root. A thick gush of hot fluid burned its way
up my tube, meeting his next torrent. My eyes closed,
and I didn't see my foreskin swelling with our juices,
but I could feel it stretching as his hot juice filled
the groove behind my flaring rim.
I felt his body strain against mine as another hot
gush poured from his tip, engulfing my cock-head in
its viscous wetness. My prick responded by shooting
another stream of hot cream against the front of his
cock, trapped in my fleshy envelope. His hot tip
stabbed into my foreskin, hammering my glans with its
throbs as he shot again and again. I was moaning
loudly, matching his helpless cries, as our orgasms
dissolved us and turned us into masses of writhing
flesh.
Now I felt the sticky, slippery fluid running over my
fingers, loosening my grip on my foreskin. I opened my
eyes to see my hood draw back from his red tip, which
was coated with white. Bill's eyes opened and he
absorbed the hot scene as his orgasm wound down.
"Man, once your prick started shooting into my skin, I
lost it," I said breathlessly. "That was really hot!
If we'd been standing, my knees would have buckled."
Our cream was drooling from my foreskin and the end of
his prick onto the sheet. Bill grasped his prick at
the base and began milking the residue from it.
"Here, let me," I said as I pressed a fingertip under
his balls, probing for his urethra to milk it forward.
Bill's finger found mine and pressed it forward to
bring my remaining drops to the end of my prick. His
other hand skinned me back and we both watched as my
naked wet glans seeped its hot drool onto the sheet.
"I need a shower after this," he said, his hot body
covered with a sheen of sweat. We got up and moments
later were standing under the hot shower. We soaped
each other, running our hands lovingly over our
bodies.
"I've gotta pee," I said. "Watch this." As Bill's eyes
dropped to my crotch I slipped my foreskin forward
over the head and pinched the tip shut. Then I relaxed
my crotch muscles and felt the hot gush of pee filing
my foreskin, making it bulge.
"Hey, let me!" Bill said frantically as he held his
now soft cock against the end of my foreskin. I
relaxed my grip and Bill grasped the edges of my hood,
distending it to slip over his glans. The hot stream
of urine washed over his prick, his fingers, and his
scrotum as he fitted the long foreskin over his prick.
Mine was still flowing when he let his flow begin, and
I felt the strong stream pouring into my foreskin,
drilling into the groove behind my head, as it washed
all the residual juices from both our tips. The yellow
fluid poured from the end of my hood, washing over his
prick and bells. We leaned against each other,
connected by our cocks, until we were totally drained.
We slowly disengaged, feeling the shower's jets
pouring over our bodies. Bill pushed my foreskin all
the way back to rinse my purple glans, locking it
behind my high flaring rim. Then he pulled it forward
to cover my tip, with the overhang extending beyond
it.
"Yeah, I really like your foreskin," he said. "You can
do so much with it."
"Well, I'll share it with you any time you want," I
replied. Bill leaned forward to kiss me
lightly on the lips.
"I'll hold you to that."
The end